Nearly sixty years ago I realized that simply because I was pretty good at math and science . . . and my father and grandfather were engineers . . . and engineering was the gold ticket for young men (and a few very independent women) . . . didn’t mean I had to be an
The following is an introduction to a special edition of Pack-O-Fun magazine published on it’s 25th anniversary: Remember those musty old photo albums … the ones with pictures of your parents when they were younger than you are now … pictures so fragile you were afraid they’d fall apart in your hands? That’s exactly the
Actually, we never called him that. He was always Grandpa Clapper. Just as my other grandfather was always Grandpa Nielsen. Grandpa Clapper was a genius. Not just smart – a full blown genius. And if the stories about him are true, he was more than just a bit wacky. Like on his way to get
Rose – my new truck . . . installing window treatment in olive room (it’s the little things that count) . . . our expanding Zoom universe Thorn – Covid 19 keeping us from going anywhere Bud – learning more about building clapper.com Related Images:
Rose – Grandpa and Gria Days . . . lazy Labor Day . . . dinner and left-overs from Fred’s . . . Annie’s dressing a minor cut . . . modest success with adding to clapper.com Thorn – frustration with adding a decent photo system to clapper.com Bud – learning more about building clapper.com